Novel & Cerita Emilie Sagee

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Her eyes darted to the tall figure who had just entered the classroom, followed by his friends. Sage Windsor, the most popular guy in school, and for good reason. At just seventeen, Sage was already an international model. His father was a renowned TV producer, and his mother was a star of French television. With his good looks and influential background, his career was set. Despite his fame, Sage was humble and polite—a white moonlight in the hearts of many.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

stern and cold. Besides him stood a lady in her mid forties, wearing an emerald sequenced dress. She had a huge warm smile on her face - I bowed my head deeply, acknowledging her presence. "I was tangled up in something - but I'm here now." - I answered,my voice not betraying a single emotion. "You must be his wife - it's a pleasure meeting you. You look so lovely tonight" - I smiled slightly, casually flattering the lady. "Yes, thank you. I'm Mariam and I'm flattered to meet your acquaintance" - she giggled like a shy girl in her mid twenties.

A knock on the door stopped Sage from replying. When they headed back to their table Sage saw they have guests,Hugo and Maya along with another beautiful woman with black hair Sage can only assume it's another one of Bruno's exes the way she's sitting close to him said alot Camilla was there too a man sitting next to her,the look on Kim's face told her she didn't know.

ISABELLE Sage’s eyes widened, then she burst out laughing. “A crush? On Matteo Moretti? Babe, I’m not delusional. That man is way out of my league—out of everyone’s league, honestly.” I felt the tightness in my chest ease slightly, but the feeling lingered. “Besides,” Sage continued, scrolling through her phone, “I’m perfectly content admiring him from afar like the rest of the internet. It’s harmless fun.” She glanced up at me.

Sage It was entirely unfair for someone like Amir to be real. Tall, lean, with chiseled features that looked like they belonged on a movie poster rather than in a security file, and a voice that dripped with smooth, practiced calm. He was the kind of handsome that made your thoughts scatter just a little if you looked at him for too long. And I was doing exactly that. “Mr. Amir, right?” I asked, extending a hand, hoping my voice didn’t tremble like my fingers did. “I’m Sage.”

she promptly answers. Her face almost immediately tightens. “Well then who's got you all worked up like—” “Sage” she answers before I can even complete the sentence. I raise my brow. Shock? Suprise? “Sage?” I repeat, almost in disbelief. “The teen?” She mirrors my confusion. “Teen?” “Sage McAlister, the former rogue.” She squints. “Rogue huh.” “Yeah, but it's not like it's easy to notice that. She's a really quiet, unproblematic girl—”

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

“Because it is.” Sage shook her head, backing up slightly. “That’s not possible.” Her mind raced, trying to catch up, trying to reject it at the same time. “That night-” she started, then stopped.No.No, she wasn’t doing this.Her chest tightened, breath coming faster now. “I would know.” Elara watched her carefully. “Would you?”Sage froze.The question hit something deeper than she expected.Her body. The exhaustion.The way she’d been feeling “No,” she said again, but it was quieter now. Less certain.